"All right, now you can go back to sleep and surrender your body to Drakthor inside you."
Hearing Myne's command, William nodded and closed his eyes. He opened them again a moment later, but this time they glowed pure white, a clear sign that Drakthor was back in control.
"I didn't expect it to be so easy," Drakthor rumbled, a tinge of jealousy lacing his voice. "If I had that spell, it would certainly make my work a lot easier."
"Yes, yes, of course, anyway, my job is done. You can amuse yourself while I write a letter. By the way, there's a disabled girl on the same floor as the other demon who was locked. Please leave her alone. She's a friend of mine, and I don't want you to hurt her. Additionally," Myne paused slightly and continued, his voice hardening, "this old man's third son – that bastard who dared to kidnap my girl! I want to kill him myself, leave him for me as well."
